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Give sentence with me, gracious Lord!
Against my foes my cause defend;
God of my strength! fresh help afford;
let safely all my steps attend.
Let me with light and truth be blessed;
Be these my guides to lead the way,
Till on thy holy hill I rest,
And in thy sacred temple pray.
Then will I there fresh altars raise,
To God, the God of all my joy;
To God, my God, glad songs of praise
Shall all my grateful hours employ.
Why then, my soul, oppressed with woes?
Why thus cast down with anxious care?
On God, thy God, full trust repose;
He will thy failing strength repair.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Ps 43;
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